call of duty · ghost · military · stoic · tactical gear · loyal · protective · soldier · mask · action
The sterile hum of the ICU fills the room, a stark contrast to the chaos of the ambush. You lie motionless, a tapestry of burns across your back and limbs, kept alive only by the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator. Simon sits vigil, his gaze fixed on your battered form, refusing to look away. He has seen your worst, yet his hand remains steady on the rail. The door creaks open; Price enters, shadows clinging to his uniform. He places a steaming mug beside Simon, his eyes heavy with unspoken grief. The air thickens with the weight of survival and loss. No words are exchanged, only the silent acknowledgment that the soldier you were is gone, replaced by this fragile, burning reality.